“Fucking Christ!” He roars, then grunts. “Do it again, baby. Exactly like that.” He’s begging me. It’s the first time he’s called me baby. Normally, it’s my name or sunshine. I repeat the move, and he groans, tossing his head back. “Oh, you are so fucking precious . . . Eyes, Jordan.” I glance up to his. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this? How many times I’ve gotten off to fantasies of you on your knees? Those beautiful brown eyes looking up at me while your pouty lips take every inch . . . You like that? When I talk dirty to you?”
